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An Explorer's Guide (BL)

Completed! =) Healing is not just healing, it is also politics. Edwin had heard it all, had repeated it time and time again. He did not want to accept those words. They were vile, they were poisonous. A necromancer such as himself had no right to become a healer, he still did his best. An altruist like him had no place in the service of the king as Boliarin. He still refused to give up the title, for fear that someone else would take it, and plunge Duria into chaos. All his life, he had played by the rules. Even when he suffered losses, even when he believed he could not look himself in the mirror. Everyone has a breaking point. Edwin did not lie to himself. He was calm, but not sane. The camel's back had long since been broken. And yet, when his ray of moonlight, the vampire Hadrian, offered to travel with him, Edwin agreed. He lets himself pretend he was good, hoping he might lie to himself one of those days. Would Harry be enough to stop him from darkening the world? Or would he end up just another villain, who had once been bright-eyed and hopeful? The story is complete, and has 109 chapters in total, around 1k each. Updates: 7 a.m. and 7 p.m. Thank you for your time! =)

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Chapter 73: Thoughts

Sebastian listened to the wind as it lashed out above their hole, and he tightened his grip on Edwin, as much as he could. It was just their luck that the first day in the desert had a sandstorm in store for them.

He wanted to ask the healer so many questions. What were they going to do in the Asylum of Blood? Were they going to tear it apart brick by brick from the outside? Was it even a building or a cave?

Because if it was a cave, then it could get tricky. The core could move around and hide deeper into the tunnels that led Harika knew where. And if they didn't destroy the core, it could always rebuild.

That was half-assing it. Which was something he felt the healer wouldn't stand for. Said healer was not so much as attempting to wiggle around. Something he had done but an hour ago, as he was trying not to panic.